Celeste had survived rogue attacks, political negotiations, and a pack of rabid toddlers at a Luna’s blessing ceremony, but, none of that could even compare to the sheer torture of getting ready for this so-called “date” with Hunter Blackwood.

How could it even be called a date? This wasn’t a date. It was a pure hostage situation. There was just no other way. That was the only way to describe it.

Celeste scowled at herself in the mirror as she finished pulling her hair into a casually ...